She's Sweet As Sin Novels & Stories

Twenty minutes later I went looking for Sophia because I needed a distraction from whatever the hell that conversation had been. I found her in the ballroom directing staff about decoration placement, and when she saw me she smiled. "Emma, perfect timing," Sophia said, dismissing the workers with a wave. "I wanted to show you the lighting options for the gala." She dimmed the overhead lights and suddenly the room was bathed in soft golden glow from hidden fixtures, and it was beautiful in a way that made my chest ache. "What do you think?" Sophia asked, moving closer. "It's perfect," I said, but I was looking at her instead of the lights.

The woman who saved me, the woman who satisfied a hunger I hadn't known I possessed. A slow, triumphant smile spread across my face, revealing a flash of white teeth. No more endless searching, no more fruitless leads. She was here. Sofia Chris. The pious, good girl who had a hidden fire beneath her demure exterior. The woman who had given herself to me with a desperate abandon that still made my blood hum. "My Sofia, my sunshine,” I whispered. "You don't have to search anymore, do you, my little lamb? Because I have found you. And I'm going to do anything to make you mine."

Her face was almost ashen, and she looked like she’d just seen a ghost… How the fuck did she know my brother?! “Well, well, well,” Sin snickered, pulling my attention away from Grace. Only to see him looking at her like she was meat on a stick. And he was a hungry wolf! “Hello, Grace! Long time, no see!”

I was going crazy with my desire for her though I was enraged with what she did. "H-honey please. don't be mad. I'm sorry..." she uttered while trying hard not to cry. I didn't answer. My eyes went down her cleavage. I couldn't think straight now. Her tits which were rising and falling because of her ragged breathing felt so soft against my chest. "S-sorry. I'm really sorry honey," her voice was like a whisper which made me close my eyes for a moment. The way she called me honey was music to my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty features. Her dark brown eyes were misty but smoky.

So, I deliberately spoke crudely to Britney while thrusting against her round, bouncy butt. "You like that? You like the way I'm screwing you?" Irresistibly, Britney let out a long, sultry moan. Her rear was arched high. Gasps and whimpers slipped out from her throat like a symphony, and her seductive charm practically overflowed from her being. "Don't stop… Oh, I love it…" At that moment, I caught a glimpse of our bedroom door, which had somehow cracked open. A shadow stirred behind it. Was Annie peeping?

She always smiles, and I find her smile very beautiful. I wished she wouldn't notice how I am addicted to watching every move she makes. She's so High Tal Bachman She's blood, flesh and bone No tucks or silicone She's touch, smell, sight, taste, and sound But somehow I can't believe That anything should happen I know where I belong And nothing's going to happen, yeah 'Cause she's so high High above me She's so lovely She's so high Like Cleopatra Joan of Arc Or Aphrodite

Sin asks the question I feel uneasy about. Sloth blows raspberries. She begins stroking the hairs on her bird's head whilst leaning lazily against the wall. "I am not dumb, Sin. If I tell you what the plan is, then you will have the upper hand. Thank you very much, but I like how things are doing right now." She throws us a smirk. "I like this taste of power, watching the two of you scurry around like headless chickens." I gulp at the disturbing images that have been planted into my mind.

Her eyes sparkles, with her smile widen in excitement, thinking for the possibilities and the facts that she can use and only to her advantage. “Her life revolves around fame and love that she manipulated only to be near in the embodiment's leech of the sin of Asmodeus. Right.” She even giggle, then laugh for a while in a maniacal tone. Drawing a winning expression to her face even though the game hasn’t started. All with her pride and confidence to have this little game directly on her palm. “The embodiment of the sin of Lust, Mike.” She whispers the name, along with a giggling tone of her laughter that’s echoing to the little void and world where she is currently into and hers only.

She had smooth skin, the color of warm caramel, and striking blue eyes that locked onto mine with magnetic focus. “Hi, I’m Sinclair,” she said, “My college band is raising money for a trip to New Orleans, and I was hoping you’d consider buying some candy to support us.” I think that’s what she said. I wasn’t completely listening. My attention had shifted to the curve of her mouth and the soft fullness of her lips. They looked glossy and warm, the kind of lips that made you want to lean in without thinking. I forced myself to keep my eyes on her face, but the temptation to let my gaze wander lower was nearly impossible to fight. Her tight shirt stretched over her chest, and her jeans hugged h

She was mine the second our eyes met. Those beautiful brown eyes of hers, shining like bronze in the candlelight, wide open and seeing everything. Her clear olive skin, glowing with a sheen of sweat I could almost taste, glistening in the light. That chaotic mass of black hair, hanging half down and framing her face until she shook it out like a fucking supermodel. That obscene shirt pulling away from her shorts just enough to show a cute little navel ring, hopefully not silver, but I can take it. And her voice, raspy like a jazz singer from the 1930s recorded on a phonograph, her voice was unadulterated temptation to sin. Most of all, her smell. She smells like peaches so ripe they turn to